In the darkness, I listen to a light strum
upon the roof, visualize the size
of raindrops, calculate the hours
necessary to quench the earth’s thirst
for a week or two before going back
to dream of hillsides too wet to climb,
cattle fat come May – nothing I can do,
but hope and pray for some release.
Sucked dry, we still hold on to a chance
for a verdant spring, grass bellyhigh
and sprinkled with wild colors
from all the old seeds waiting to bloom.
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“Sucked dry, we still hold on to a chance / for a verdant spring . . .” Terrific line for a thirsty soul . . .
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Thanks, Peter. Got about a half-inch overnight, more coming. Slow and easy, no runoff, no puddles at daylight.
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Some lines just make me put down my pen and sigh. I read this out loud to my husband: “In the darkness, I listen to a light strum
upon the roof,”
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Thanks, but don’t put your pen down!
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Beautiful photo! The way you caught the light on their coats. (Hides, hair,fur?)
“hillsides too wet to climb”. Mud like ice. The cursed becomes blessid
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Nice coloring on these cows.
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